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B04554 The new balovv: or, A wenches lamentation for the loss of her sweet-heart: he having left her with a babe to play her, being the fruits of her folly. The tune is Balow. 1670 (1670) Wing N580; Interim Tract Supplement Guide C.20.f.8[573] 1,371 1

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THE NEW BALOVV OR A Wenches Lamentation for the loss of her Sweet-heart he having left her with a Babe to play her being the Fruits of her Folly The Tune is Balow BAlow my Babe weep not for me Whose greatest grief 's for wronging thee But pity her deserved smart Who can but blame her own kind heart For trusting to a flattering friend The fairest tongue the falsest mind Balow me babe c. Balow my Babe ly still and sleep It grieves me sore to hear thee weep If thou be still I will be glad Thy weeping makes the mother sad Balow my boy thy mothers joy Thy father wrought me great annoy Balow balow c. First when he came to court my love With sugred words be did me move His flattering and fained chear To me that time did not appear But now I see that cruel be Cares neither foe my babe not me Balow balow c. I cannot choose but love him still Altho that he bath done me ill For he hath stolen away my heart And from him it cannot depart In well or wo where ere he go I le love him though he be my fo Balow Balow c. But peace my comfort curse not him Who now in seas of grief doth swim Perhaps of death for who can tell Whether the Iudge of heaven or hell By some predestinated death Revenging me hath stopt his breath Balow Balow c. If I were near those fa ●●l bounds Where he ly groaning in his wounds Repeating as he pants for breath Her name that wounds more deep then death O then what womens heart so strong Would not forget the greatest wrong Balow balow c. If linen lack for my loves sake Whom once I loved then would I take My smeek even from my body meer And wrap him in that winding sheet Ay me vow happy had I bin If he had nere he on wrapt therein Balow balow c. Balow my babe space thou thy tears ●ntil thou come to wit and years Thy griefs are gathering to a sum Heaven grant thee patience till they come A mothers fault a fathers shame A hapless state a bastards name Balow balow c. Be still my babe and sleep a while And when thou wakes then sweatly smiles But smile not as thy father did To cusen maids O heaven forbid And yet into thy Face I see Thy father dear which tempted me Balow balow c. Balow my babe O follow not His faithless steps who thee begot Nor glory in a maids disgrace For thou art his too much alace And in the looking eyes read Who ever threw my maiden head Balow balow c. O if I were a maid again All young mens flatteries I 'd refraid Because unto my grief I find That they are faithless and unkind Their tempting terms hath been my harm Bear witness babe lyes in my arm Balow balow c. Balow my babe spare yet thy fears Vntil thou come to wit and years Perhaps yet thou may come to be A course our by disdaining me Poor me poor me alas poor me My own two eyes hade blinded me Balow balow c. On Love and fortune I complain On them and on my self also But most of all mine own two eyes The chiefest workers of my wo. For they have caused so my smart That I must die without a heart Balow balow c. Balow my babe thy Fathers dead To me the Prodigal hath plaid Of heaven and earth regardless he Presen'd the wars to me and thee I doubt that now his cursing mind Make him eat accorns with the swine Balow balow c. Farewel farewel most faithless youth That ever kist a womans mouth Let never a woman after me Submit unto the curtesie For if she do O cruel thou Would wrong them O who can tell how Balow balow c. FINIS